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Age Christmas Poems | Age Poems About Christmas

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Details | Free verse |

What I want for Christmas this year

Oh the day of Christmas 2020!
The snow has for long, been pushed further into the year.
I shan't spill a single tear.
Christmas this year is beautiful that I in my prime of Twenty Three am so glad.
I am so glad that you could spend it with me, my wonderful.
You are my breath of fresh air, my tender kiss.
You are my only Christmas wish.
Your beautiful glossy dark hair.
Followed with a loving oh so, tender stare.
You were my Christmas past.
You are my Christmas present.
And you... You will be my Christmas future.
There is no hate on Christmas day.
Tender loving care, here and away.
I’m glad that I can spend it with you.
My heart beats fast when your air fills the room.
My eyes tear up at the sound of your beautiful voice.
My hands bloom for your radiant glow.
Because I know, you know. 
What I want for Christmas this year.

Copyright © Nathan Karczewski | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

A Kiss Under The Mistletoe

When I look into a crystal ball
These are some things that I see	
Hearing loss will be my down fall
And my wife won’t listen to me

Look up dear, its mistletoe
Please to give this gal a kiss?
What’d you say, you miss my toe
And you’d like to reminisce?

Oh my goodness, see their tree
And the lovely treats to eat?
Now why on earth did you ask me
If I want to greet your feet?

I just heard the whistle blow
So I’ll think I’ll have some tea
Why didn’t you say there’s mistletoe
I’ve been saving a kiss for thee.


Copyright © David Fisher | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pantoum |

A Christmas Miracle to Fulfill This Wish

I have that wish in my heart many of you must have the same, a disease free healthy world forget all those cursed names. Many of you must have the same a dream of disease free world, forget all those cursed names let that joyful world unfurled. A dream of disease free world where people love to live, let that joyful world unfurled where everyone is ever active. Where people love to live children forget curse of pain, where everyone is ever active no disease to drive insane. Children forget curse of pain old age ceases to be a problem, no disease to drive insane everybody a winner in life's game. Old age ceases to be a problem a disease free healthy world, everybody a winner in life's game I have that wish in my heart. ============================ Placement: 3rd; (December 2011) Contest:Your Christmas Miracle Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire By :kashinath karmakar

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Santa's Trip Way Up There

            Santa’s Trip Way Up There

Santa came to town to find some batteries for a comet mission
Philea probe ran out of energy when landing on a duck shaped thing
Its name is 67P/C-G and is very far away from Earth 
It took Rosetta space craft ten years to voyage there
322 million miles from here for what it’s worth

Philea probe needs Santa and some luck this year
To restore and to explore the speeding rock up there
The mission calls for more than just a sled to save the mission
Santa can’t run on milk and cookies any more
A missile or rocket is needed to get him there by Christmas

Athletes get athletes foot you know
Santa, is now an astronaut, so
He must get missile toe at Christmas 

Santa needs a power source for poor Philea soon
It fell into a deep sleep for lack of energy
Perhaps he should stop there first to give it batteries
Santa and the probe might discover microbial life together

Just one more comment
I hope he finds at least one snowflake on the comet
To remind him of our Christmas back on Earth
You know; his home planet 

11/23/14 “What's up with Santa” – Poetry Contest

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | ABC |


The season of hope, the season of giving,
The time to reflect on the life you've been living. 
Children innocent, gleeful, jolly,
Masquerading in magical midnight folly.

Token gifts exchanged with teary eyes,
Sentimentality to make up for expressionless lies.
The streets lined bright with twinkling lights,
Amaretto, giddy to dispell never-ending nights.

The anticipation is welcomed into their chests,
The disillusioned only waiting to end their direst.
Simply a day if you've no one to share with,
Only a waiting game, until it is over with.

Just one day yet it's been another year,
Rejection was always your biggest fear.
Melancholia swelling in your heart, loneliness growing more,
Then Christmas is over and it's all back to how it was before.

Copyright © Autumn Matthews | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

A Child's Christmas

Oh wonder of light
How you shine
On this night
A star as bright
As can be
Above the tree
A child is free
Of worlds make belief
Where wishes
Come true
And no one feeling blue
Upon this magic night
Where stars shine bright
It's Christmas tonight
In a stable upon this morn
A baby child was born
Speak heavenly dreams
A child's Christmas
Above the tree

Copyright © John Parry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Christmas Future

                Christmas Future

The phantom dressed in black, hovered by the fireplace
Year of our Lord 2030 was closing out at last
Closing with the shop with New Year’s business                  
My friends are here with me for festivities and champagne 
The spirit intruded our conversations and celebration
Took me rudely with a skeletal hand with no excuses
Abruptly pinched my wrist and spirited me through the window
I told him I’m in my 80’s, too old to fly, too young to die 
He flew me any way, to the local cemetery plot in sad disgrace
My name was etched upon the cold rock face before me
I smiled, though knowing that was wrong to do
Since firing all my employees, with no word, no reason
To send them out to freeze at Christmas season
Is the reason I am here, in this awful mess
I smiled because the name upon the tombstone was not exactly mine 
They misspelled my name, which is not a crime, but
That makes them idiots without a doubt
I guess I have one more year to live, correct?
Or until the end of time before I die to make things right
Since the government makes all tombstones in the region
We know how incompetent they can be
The spirit of Christmas future will have to find another job
He might start by learning how to spell 
Along with government officials, before they send me off to hell

Created on 12/15/14 for – “Christmas Past, Present or Future” Poetry Contest
Theme - "Christmas Future"

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

I am deserted aged man

I am deserted aged man,
Searching something,
Fills my lonesome life;
Sitting in chair outside bungalow,
With 4 luxury rooms and 5 maids;
Surrounded by virgin mountains,
All greenery exhilarating view;
fluttering cool dancing lake,
making vibrant teasing sound;
birds sitting on tree too don't spare,
Sing a song " O' lonely lovelorn man,
impish world isn’t for you;
It's for couple live in love;
We watch you sit all alone watching us,
We sing and revel in pair;
Cool breeze too attacking me,
Says, you are so cool,
Bring someone who warms you up; 
you lonely worth no mountains, 
it’s a heaven meant for family man;
You can't savor nature's bliss,
unless U’r happy man;
promising thoughts blew my mind,
I have no one share my thoughts,
In this old age, 
have no one I can live for;
Not even kids, 
they send greetings full of stupid quotes,
And say thank you papa, 
you are inspiration of life,
In all occasions receive 
junk greeting cards,
Sometimes dump them In waste bin,
I lived for wife and for kids,
Did not remarry was a mistake;
life is Sahara totally dry;
In old age no one wants,
How long carry old age curse;
Many aged suffer, 
severe life worst than me;
they dump aged in old age home, 
send rubbish greetings,
Happy birthday, father’s day,
Happy Christmas happy new year, 
sparks pain of already injured; 
World is mean live or not, 
They don't care; 
Greeting cards are no worth, 
You stupids don't know, 
Aged man only needs, 
Someone listen the story I have; 
we aged need no much, 
but good memories and
a glimpse of kids to live rest of life...

Copyright © sadashivan nair | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

The Rails of Celebration

It was Christmas with all the holiday cheer
It was a lovely Christmas tree that brought the feeling to preserver
But what made Christmas stand out it was my B&O railroad I am talking about
It was a layout of Baltimore & Ohio railroad being a thrill
My locomotive puffing smoke at free will
It was those passenger cars all lit up
Backgrounds with scenery including a tunnel
As a kid, it was the highlight being my funnel
As my B&O train set maneuvered around the track
It’s my reflection of memory that dates back
The passenger train that made a stop in my house
There’s no room for even a mouse
There are much more words I could say
However, I am sharing with you on this day
B&O you journeyed on
You are in my heart where you belong
You took me to a place being around
A layout that had a small town
You brought me to my own home being filled with love Christmas bound
It was a family celebration and how sweet the sound.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Newest of them All

To feel the world in a different place
Not far from home 
Yet worth the wait

What is this world with dogs
And many taste
And loads of race.

Once home in my bed
A million thoughts 
In my head

A little brain, 
A big train
Hey could these things be the same.

Lets wait and see 
Until I'm thirteen
Becuase right now I am a New
Little baby. 

Welcome to the world little Avery Thomas.

Copyright © jessie conner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epitaph |

Our Departed veteran's

I feel my life , wasting away'
Living in a strange place , day by day 
Who is to blame? I ask myself ,
If I get killed, or put on a shelf .
Who will take care? of the ones I love ,
While I look down , from up above ,
Lord, keep them safe, while I'm away ,
They are the victims, who are being played .
Life can be cruel ,life can be mean ,
When ' Soldier's die, in a War, unforeseen
Who will protect us,when they are gone,
This isn't a dream, the day isn't done . 
We live in a fox hole, " over in Vietnam'
Or in " Korea"by the DMZ,
War is the same, in any language  u c.
Destroying families, even " Overseas .
Make us or break us ,we are men
Even "The Wac's, will do it again ,
We're not afraid, to kill or be killed ,
While in the big house,they live on cheap thrills .
Our lives are " predetermined" that's what they say ,
Cause we as soldier's , will die every day
Remember our sacrifices, and all that's been done ,
We'll die for our country, till the war is won .
Love is greater than any conflict,
Being fought " Overseas" or in our country
Let's not forget our "Soldier's"who've died all alone,
"For their last thought before dying,
Was to be buried" back home .

Copyright © Roberto Santana | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

The Last Day

            The Last Day

The first day is like an unwrapped mystery
Christmas, birthday, holiday present
Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness
Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath

The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast
The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life
Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored  
Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved 

The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain
Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours  
Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows
Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past  

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


TIS' THE AGE OF TWITTER                                   
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2016

 Tis' the age of twitter
and sharing social status
Often quite bitter 
that tech apparatus                                                              

A new kind of Christmas
That seems to just dis us
empties our pockets
burns out our sockets

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

A bushel of our loves
A new pair of gloves
Dancing elf upon a shelf
Mistletoe to add a glow
After the freshly fallen snow  

When passwords were for forts
And Santa might be heard
with a jolly ol' snort
reindeer that methodically stir
prior to blue screens that blur

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

A Christmas carol
Gleefully received new apparel
A possible dreidel for thee
Without a never ending membership fee

Cards that wished genuine love
from heaven above
Not a book with a face
But a ember glowing fireplace

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

Not a pin terest party
Just an Interested party
I'm not in a group 
But I am in the loop

Without an insult or like
putting together a new bike
With kisses and courage
that nourish and flourish

Take me back to the time
Berries twisted with twine
A simple pleasurable dine
Perhaps a splash of red wine

When tags were for gifts
Not a computer sharing multiple grifts
Sleigh rides, jingle bells and snow drifts
Glorious melody that instantly lifts

My Christmas past is antiquated, perhaps
So much time spent on these screens
Political posts caused friendship collapse 
So on this Holy Date, I will wean
         for a day
Wishing you A Merry Christmas 
and a possible New Sleigh                                                                      300wd.

Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |


As the years go by and we find ourselves turning old and grey
We sometimes return to that special place called yesterday
When the chill of the wind signals that festive time of year
When carols can be heard and people speak of good cheer
We strain to recall family and those joyous times from the past
When as innocent children we sensed a magic spell about to be cast
One can't really describe that feeling that came with the holiday season
Visions of St Nick flashing though the sky on his Christmas time mission
Mother cooking in the kitchen with the smell of rich food everywhere 
Siblings romping through the hallways as if they had nary a care 
Presents stacked beneath the tree giving rise to great anticipation
Signaling Christmas days coming and a grand family celebration
Although these are only memories and loved ones have long passed from the scene
There are fleeting moments when aging minds swear tis more than a dream
It lasts only for seconds but we suddenly get that certain feeling inside
And that child we once were is suddenly very much alive 

Copyright © Charles Gragg | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Let's Start a Noise Band with the Mailman

*Let's Start a Noise Band with the Mailman, and We'll Call Ourselves: 
Our Noise Band with the Mailman Featuring 'Me' 
- We Can All Take Turns Being  'Me' Until Someone Gets It Right*

Here's something to consider: 
We can all make up our own words together, 
And then forget 
We were ever friends with each other. 

After our amicable divorce, 
Our vocabulary would become a dead language 
- It sounds crazy; 
But it's even easier than I make it look...
...I'm not very good 
At convincing people 
I can make anything look easy 
- I 'm just naturally difficult...
....Whenever I haven't gone crazy.

It struck me as being absurd...
...That is of course, if it is true, what they say:
"The skull of James Dean haunts the dream of the teen." 
Then this must logically mean: 
"The skull of Michael Jackson 
Haunts the dream of the pre-teen"...Think about it, please...
...That was a Rudimentary Peni joke; 
I guess you had to be there...

I'm sure John lawless has told you by now:
I'm selling limited edition colored vinyl jokes 
(or I will be that is) now that I've said it, 
I have no other choice,
But to follow through with my lofty commitments...
 ...Please, don't eat my colored vinyl jokes, 
Unless you're a performance artist, 
Because then, 
We can eat them together on YouTube
 - I just don't want anyone 
Eating my colored vinyl jokes the wrong way:
On toast; toast is really no way to enjoy my jokes...
....I'm not even kidding! - Just ask John lawless!!!

I'm a one man Surrealist 'comedy troupe' 
- And there's nothing too funny about that...
...I really don't understand the appeal 
For stand-up comedians: 
What's so stand-up about comedians anyway? 
Comedians never send me Christmas cards
- Even my dentist sends me Christmas cards, 
And I hate that guy...Maybe?
Even more than John lawless hates me?
...I haven't received money 
Inside a Christmas card in years: 
Why do grandparents and Lemmy 
Have to die before us? 
Life isn't fair! 
- Why won't John lawless
Acknowledge my worth as a human being? 
It's all I'm asking for 
This Holiday Season...
...Just wait and see,
This will be the year,
Everyone but me, 
Finally gets world peace....

Copyright © Dialectic Crisis | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

One Snow Flake At A time

One snow flake at a time builds Christmas
Spiriting colored lights electric in the air
Through white swirling waves of mist on Winter  
Remember ice cold pine trees bold green
Unusual bright objects ornamented all about
Branches tinseled, an ancient gold angel on top
Clear into late December
Shouting Merry Christmas freely
Whispering Happy Birthday baby Jesus
On one snow flake at a time if it pleases

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016